[ HIATUS ] Tom Stark-Malfoy (Draco Malfoy centric; HP- MCU crossover)
//Disclaimer: This is a fanfic. Everything you recognize is owned by either JK Rowling or Stan Lee. // Harry lost. He died at the hands of Vol- the Dark Lord. We've been at war for years. The death eaters want my head and those at the Order secretly wish me dead. I've been tasked to go on a suicide mission to retrieve something that could serve as our last hope. The last chance to make everything right again. If you were given the chance to change the past, would you? I know I would but. . . now that I am here, nothing is as I remembered it to be. I don't care if my new adoptive father is rich! In fact I would prefer it if he was just normal. How in merlin's name am I supposed to practice magic with all this muggle technology inhibiting it, and this strange voice named Jarvis watching me 24/7?! I NEVER SIGNED UP TO BE RAISED BY A MUGGLE! //Draco's soul travels to the past and enters his body when he was a baby. MCU and HP universes are in the same universe so the exact year this story takes place is kinda wonky.// . . . Warning: Fanfics are written for pure enjoyment. If at any point while reading my fanfic, you don't like it, then I ask you to stop. I recieve endless joy when writing this. If you recieved the same joy reading my fanfic, then I am super happy to have shared my joy you. But if you do not enjoy this, then stop. I don't wish for you to read anything you don't enjoy. Let's leave those bad experiences for school or work. Now read and have fun!!! Or don't! And have fun elsewhere! Just make sure you are having fun! =) Also, this story is dead. Like dead dead. I have alot of incomplete chapters, but I dont think im gonna post another chapter again. The franchise is dead, HP in my heart was brutally massacred slowly with every Fantastic Beast Movie. Anyone who wants to adopt this story, go ahead.
The American Wizarding world part 2-II
The sky was painted grey, covered with gloomy clouds that cast shadows on the grounds bellow. The air was suffocating, drowning everyone in it's ghostly silence.
"Draco."
Father? he held out his hand for me to take. But I- I don't want to. He's there. I look around me at the faces of my classmates, scornful, jeering. Like they expect me to be what they think I am. A dark wizard.
Stricken with terror, I want to run- hide. My hands wont stop shaking with fear. My breath caught in a hitch in my throat. I could feel my pulse quickening, getting stronger with every beat.
"Draco."
My mother calls out. I don't want to go, but I have to. I have to.
"Draco!"
Father is getting impatient. My muscles tense up, but mother's serene voice reassures me.
"come."
My mind completely goes blank and my body starts walking involuntarily, I don't fight back since I know I can't.
I- I remember now, this happened before. But what comes next?! I can't remember.
Harry! Harry will save-.
Time comes to a still. Everything starts to disappear as I see Potter's bloody lifeless corpse
laying stiff on the dusty cold hard stone floor.
"Why?! Why does it have to be him?! Why can't it be you! You foul loathsome evil little cockroach! Why did you kill him?!"
{What? B-But I didn't kill him. I didn't do it. It wasn't me! I didn't kill him! I-}
"That's right. You killed someone else, didn't you?"
I watch horrified as the body morphs into a rather familiar one. Dumbledoor.
My breath was caught in my throat, the whole world seemed to get colder as the same fear I felt at that time returned in full force, making me feel nauseous and feeble.
{N-No, I- I didn't mean to I. 'H-He' would have killed me, m-my family- I couldn't-}
Stepping backwards, my foot landed on something soft. I swiftly turn around, my wand pointed at my attacker.
{Mother? Father?}
I looked down at the sleeping bodies of my parents. They were stiff, pale, and unmarked. The mark of the killing curse.
"Murderer!"
"Scum!"
"Psychopath!"
"Death Eater!"
What? No. NO! I'm not! I'm-
"Draco."
Tony? I turn around and see my dad smiling at me.
{Dad! Hurry, let's go! I don't want to stay here anymore.}
I wait for him to lead, but he doesn't move.
{Dad? Daddy? Please dad, I-.}
I reach out and take his hand. It felt so cold. Suddenly a rotting stench penetrated my nose.
Where did-?
I tug at my dad's hand and could see it tear off. There was no blood just rotting tissue and bones. I scream and throw it away.
{Dad?}
I could hear my voice quivering. I stare at his eyes, dull and unmoving.
"""""Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault!"""""
Voices were screaming in my head. Young and old, man and woman. Their voices assaulted my head with roaring volumes aiming to destroy me from the inside. Every voice was familiar and accusing, breaking me.
All of a sudden the voices tone down into a bone-chilling whisper.
"You killed them."